“What does that mean?” Hunter asked.
“It just means when people see something out of the ordinary, they’re drawn to it. It’s not your typical box shape but something more original.” He pointed out the different views Tristan had used in his renderings. “It’s absolutely amazing.”
“You really think so, sir?” Quinn and Hunter looked over their shoulders to see Tristan standing in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot. The look on his face mingled uneasiness and hopefulness. “I was told my drawings were mediocre at best.”
Quinn shook his head, holding up the sketch of the three of them. “There is nothing mediocre about this, jellybean. You have a talent most people wish they had.” Quinn could see Tristan’s eyes light up at his praise. How could he stay mad at him, or Hunter?
“Thank you. That’s all I ever wanted to hear, that I’m good at something.” Tristan took the sketch from Quinn’s hand. “Yes, that’s how I see both of you.”
“Then I can see myself ordering online.” Quinn chuckled.
“Speak for yourself.” Hunter grunted. There was a faint hint of humor in his dazzling eyes. “You two are not putting me in a skirt, even a man skirt.”
All three began to laugh at Hunter’s protest. Tristan turned his head and batted his eyelashes at him. Quinn didn’t think his jellybean did it on purpose, but his stomach twisted in anticipation when he saw the lust in Tristan’s eyes. His jellybean wanted them to wear the outfits. He was turned on as well thinking of the role-playing.
“Get on the bed.” Quinn pointed, looking Tristan in those emerald green eyes. “Hunter and I have need of you.”
“Need of me, sir?” Tristan giggled. “I like that.” Tristan sat the drawing down, ran across the room and closed the door, engaging the lock before stripping his clothes off and jumping on the bed. “Need away, my barbarians.”
“I think he really wants us to wear those damn costumes.” Hunter looked at Quinn with a quirked brow and a devilish grin.
“And I plan on it.” Quinn said as he shucked his clothes and crawled between Tristan’s legs. “Even the skirt.” Quinn ran his tongue from base to head, watching Tristan’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His jellybean’s legs spread further apart, his hands reaching out for Hunter.
“What does my rainbow want?” Hunter teased as he tossed his clothes aside. Fuck, it must be a shifter thing because Hunter’s cock was large and thick, just like Tristan’s. Talk about glorious romps together.
* * * *
Tristan was so hard his cock hurt, and to see Hunter standing there asshole-naked, his salivary glands were working overtime. “I want to suck you.”
He was getting better at not saying sir. He wasn’t where he wanted to be with the word, but it was better than the word coming out with every sentence he spoke. His goal was to eliminate it completely from his vocabulary.
Tristan licked his lips as Hunter crawled on his knees across the bed, that supersonic cock in his hand. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more, for Quinn to fuck him or to suck that delectable cock Hunter was showing off.
Decisions, decisions.
Why not both? Tristan pushed up to his elbows and licked at the head of Hunter’s cock while Quinn tried to siphon his sperm from his balls through the eye in his cockhead. Tristan didn’t want to come that way. He wrapped his legs around Quinn’s head, using his thighs to suppress the need to donate his little soldiers to Quinn’s saliva.
“Someone wants me to fuck him.” Quinn slapped Tristan’s hip as he rose from between his legs. “On your knees.”
Tristan gave one more lavish lick to Hunter’s cock before getting into the leapfrog position. Hunter walked on his knees to the headboard, repositioning himself so his prick was directly in front of Tristan’s mouth.
Naughty, naughty man. Tristan opened when Hunter tapped his cock against Tristan’s cheek. He suckled and slobbed, taking in as much as he could. Quinn’s preparations were driving him crazy. He could scent Quinn’s desire, and it was distinctive from Hunter’s. Quinn rolled his balls around while stretching his hole. This only drove him more insane with lust.
Tristan hummed around Hunter’s cock, drinking in the pre-cum as Quinn slid the head of his cock into Tristan’s asshole, and then he pulled out. Tristan wanted to protest, but that was kind of hard with an extra-large dick in his mouth. Quinn slid in again, and then pulled free.
Tristan grabbed the base of Hunter’s cock and pulled it from his mouth. “Will you fuck me already?”